IC Inbox - Isle of Avalon [dropped]

[trueltning_fury]

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This is Geddoe.

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[he has no idea how this works but you do!]

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voice; un: stranger

[eightfoldfiend]

Human.

Are you there? Answer me!

YUBER PLZ

[trueltning_fury]

[oh god his first real private phone call and it's Yuber. Fun!]

What?

[eightfoldfiend]

Finally, I've found you.

The last few people I called were very rude.

[Getting ahold of Geddoe may have taken a few tries.]

I need your assistance with something.

I need a...a...

[Dammit, it was at the tip of his tongue a moment ago...]

What are they called?

Places where you people sleep and spend most of your time. They're usually buildings.

[trueltning_fury]

[there may be a snort over the line but it's not like he can judge. His method has been half-typing things and then closing the tab because he's not sure that's the right person so silence and not sending anything is better then wrong numbers.]

Lodging? The temporary place would be the inn.

[eightfoldfiend]

No.

The inn will not do.

I have been here too long already.

I require something more permanent and farther from prying eyes.

[trueltning_fury]

...a house? Those cost money.

Or you could camp in the wild, I guess, but even I haven't felt the need to do that yet.

[YET]

[eightfoldfiend]

If I were whole then camping in the wild would be an option, perhaps.

But I am....

...Not.

No, camping will not do either.

But I also don't need anything as extravagant as a house.

I just need a place. Where I can stay and sleep. And keep my things.

[trueltning_fury]

Well, you're not staying in my room. I barely fit in this room.

[they're not kidding about these single digs. Though, he literally doesn't know what the microwave is and let's just be thankful he hasn't put his phone into it yet]

You really can't handle this inn? Even if it costs nothing?

[eightfoldfiend]

Money has nothing to do with it! The inn is full of people!

I can't stay here, maggot!

I need a....

[A brief pause.]

A home!

That's the word!

I need a home.

Find me a home.

After Caesar's disappearance.

[ofsilverflame]

Geddoe, it's me. There's been an unfortunate development I'm not sure if you've heard about yet. Can you talk right now?

[trueltning_fury]

Chris? Yeah, it's fine.

[though he's strolling around, so enjoy background noises. Grandpa doesn't know phone etiquette]

[ofsilverflame]

As you wish. [Background noises don't bother her; just tryi to have a conversation anywhere in Vinay del Zexay or Brass Castle, though it sounds like he's having a good enough day and she's about to rain on it a bit.]

Caesar is gone. It's been days and I've not seen him around the hotel. Nor, it seems, has anyone else. It...seems likely he has lost his purchase upon Avalon and been returned home. Such things do occur, it seems.

[A troubling thought, to be sure. Chris doesn't like the idea of being sent back to be frozen in time, and leave this crisis for others to solve.]

[trueltning_fury]

[there's a moment's pause, and then an aggravated sigh]

Damn. So much for my intention to follow up with him.

[he's not too frustrated, though. His own fault for putting it off and missing his chance, but Caesar should be fine back home. Frozen with the rest of their timeline, but very much not dead]

Thanks for letting me know. I should check in with Nash sooner rather than later.

[ofsilverflame]

Mmm. Our last meeting was during the ball. Well. He's out of it now, and we must carry on.

[It's unfortunate, but it is what it is. Have to keep focused on the big picture.]

I'm trying to track him down myself, but you know how slippery he can be when the mood seizes him. Though the matter I wish to discuss with him concerns you as well, but might be better to discuss that in person. Are you free today?

[No time like the present, after all.]

[trueltning_fury]

I am. Just finishing a little recon, I'm on the outskirts near where the road leads to the Red Spring.

[he'd much rather talk to her than Nash anyway, better to start with her]

[ofsilverflame]

I know the place. I'll ride out to meet you, if you don't mind waiting. I'd prefer some privacy. The subject matter is...somewhat sensitive.

[trueltning_fury]

Wouldn't be the first time. [amused, even if he's referencing that uh. Serious chat they had.]

All right. I'll slow down and find a conspicuous spot to wait.

un: nash

[latkje]

I just met Yuber.

did they all just use their names lmao

[trueltning_fury]

Met as in...? You're still in one piece I hope?

too old for anything else

[latkje]

Oh, yeah. Except for the arm.

[trueltning_fury]

What happened.

[it's a demand, not a question. While internally going fuuuuuuuuuuuuck...]

[latkje]

I'm fine, actually.

[ He was just joking about the arm thing. Nash, that scamp! ]

He wouldn't strike me.

[trueltning_fury]

[NASH PLZ. At least, Geddoe responding in audio means you get the full effect of his sigh]

Were you trying to get hit?

[latkje]

[ He switches to audio. ]

Of course not. But… you could say I provoked him.

[ With his words. ]

[trueltning_fury]

[must be a day ending in Y]

That is what you do. So, now that you're done trying to shock me, you're, what? Confused that he decided not to attack you even if you pushed him?